In front of a campfire, Gu Han watched the demonic beast being cooked with amazement. At least Tier 5, its flesh was as tough as iron and couldn’t be roasted with ordinary flames. The burly man sprinkled a handful of powder, and the flames shifted to a pale blue, their heat increasing dozens of times. The meat sizzled and dripped with oil, its aroma assaulting the nostrils.0

The man carefully flipped two pieces of meat, sprinkling them with a handful of unknown powder from his storage ring from time to time. In just a short while, he had already used several dozen different powders, the aroma becoming increasingly rich.0

Fatty swallowed saliva, his face full of disdain. “It’s just a piece of roasted meat, isn’t it edible once it’s cooked? Why does he keep messing with these flashy, complicated…”0

The man seemed not to hear as he continued fiddling with the two pieces of meat. That large black pot had never been taken off from start to finish.0

Gu Han kindly reminded him, “Fatty, wipe...0